Blood in the Snow [TSE Dominion of Rhen Var Hex]

[Nan'eth'illa]

D. BYOO:
Fort Mekhis

Getting to her feet, the Chiss allowed the hand to climb back up on her shoulder. It was better than having it grabbing and climbing her with its dry, spindly fingers while she tried to do other things. Stepping gingerly to the edge she peered over with the dislodged eye again. She could not see much for the smoke, but it appeared clear. Darth Filiae looked down at the crew at the bottom of the hill and transmitted a silent message through the com implanted in her skull. She put the eye back in its socket.

/Filiae going in. Secure area./

Outside, the group set up a base perimeter at the foot, and some began climbing the ridge to secure the top, there they would put up surveillance. The troop had brought arms to repel assault and used the speeders to make a perimeter. The scouts followed the bottom of the mountain to mark any other entrance or exit points.

With hook and rope she prepared to rappel herself down down. Before going over the edge, she reached in under her outer clothes, to the stealth generator strapped to her back, and flicked the switch. Her form flickered then was reduced to a mere oscillation as she took her position on the edge and began her descent. Darkness closed around her, the walls were slippery with ice, but the barbs on her shoes gave her just enough purchase. Down she went, until she found the bottom.

The scorched remains of an turret lay scattered in the bottom, she traced the pieces and found no gunner. Either it was automated, centrally controlled, or the gunner had fled. She could not tell at the moment. It was too broken.

Looking around, she found a small shaft that appeared to be the top of a doorway. She crouched and stared inside, the cybernetics of her eye seeing what flesh eyes did not. She got an outline of what was ahead, and no signs of movement or life. Filiae climbed in. She had to crawl on her belly and squeeze past rocks, but soon it opened up. She could squat, then almost rise to her full height.

A blast door blocked the end, half open, long dead. Shot, it would seem. Why did people do this? It was such a nuisance. She tried to squeeze through the door, it was tight.; she could not. Reaching into the Force, she focused on the door and screwed up her face. A rumble, a crackle, the ice around the metal began to break. The metal softly screamed as it moved just an inch.

Oh please let no one hear it.
Bleep!
Chit!

[member="Cerbera"] [member="Daeron"]

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Objective B:​

Secure the Jedi Monument and defeat the spectral guardians protecting Ulic Qel-Droma's burial site​

Nearby Allies: [member="Vanessa Vantai"], [member="Olrunn Darr"], [member="Xevek Rakama"]​

Post: 3​

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The bemused tones spoken by Lordess Vantai brought a chuckle from Excidium, as he continued to walk in the wake of his two Dark Magus. Now that the wraiths were beings unto themselves, functioning under orders and continuing to learn the cave system the group were in, the Arch-Magus was now better able to focus his attention on his present surroundings. Every so often his bright green eyes would become pale blue, before reverting just as quickly as the visual stimuli from the wraiths was processed and put to memory. Even before the small Sith party had reached the first ambush point of the rebels, several more locations involving weapon setup and soldiers preparing were found. Two of them were attacked by several of the wraiths, Excidium enjoying the visual feast of watching the unprepared fighters being torn to shreds, smoking wisps left in the slashes and bites on their bodies...

"We must increase our pace," Excidium said simply, lengthening his strides as he caught up to the pair of Magus before him. "The Force-user may be headed to the temple center, and we cannot afford to lose anything that may prove valuable."

Glancing to Olrunn, the Sith Lord's eyes brightened, a moment of pride passing through them as he watched his Apprentice. A glance to Xevek offered less, instead the deep boiling anger within the Servant proving his power and resolve, but being one of the newer order members meant he had yet to prove himself. And if the faint emanations of feelings were anything to judge by, it seemed Xevek felt some degree of frustrated, underappreciated and resentment at his place and title... which was perfect, as far as Excidium was concerned. The more he could temper that darkness within Xevek, to break him down and rebuild him with the fuel for powers of the Sith Lord's choosing, so would the Servant's powers and capabilities increase. Excidium knew Xevek was an intelligent individual, all of the Dark Magus were by necessity, so the Sith Lord knew that any sense of degradation or misplaced hatred Xevek had would be redirected when true power and lessons began. And until then, Excidium would simply let the Servant stew, watching the proverbial soup to see what boiled to the surface.

"Lordess Vantai, if you wish to provide the enemy a target, I won't argue the point," The ragged Sith Lord said, as the group came to the final corridor that led to the intersection around one more bend. "The enemy is around this corner. Feel free to draw their attention, and we will deal with them promptly."

In truth, Excidium was intrigued to see Tutaminis - the ability to absorb and dissipate energy, and even turning that very energy into another power form - and wouldn't pass the opportunity of a willing individual providing a real-world combat display. Besides, perhaps Vantai would provide more substantial information on the ability, such as how much energy one could absorb, how many different sources one could handle before being overwhelmed, or even how much could be contained before something untoward occurred and injury or death resulted. It was quite exciting, really, and the Sith Lord was glad for the suggestion now that he considered all the variables and what could be learned from them...

"We await your advance, Lordess Vantai."

With a smile, Excidium activated his lightsaber. The blade thrummed to life, a deep bass of energy vibration entirely unlike most other lightsabers, the glow a deep crimson red. Where other blades emitted an energy crackle with movement, Excidium's own seemed perfectly tuned, barely changing in pitch or leaving any energy discharge as it moved. The runes on the weapon would provide another interesting effect for their enemies, as the Sith Lord channeled his will into not affecting his allies around him with the nauseating sensation roiling off the weapon through sheer dark side energy...

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective A. Assault the harbour!
Nearby: [member="Thyne"] [member="Ignis Imura"] Others!

A wild laughter escaped her once she realised they had not been shaken off and crushed by their own artillery. It was a good time and they had avoided a bad death, she would drink to it later.

"It will take no time at all"

She took this to mean he wanted to be on the front. She had assumed he did not want that, now she could get him there. Looking about, Joycelyn saw their path forward, but they had to be quick

"Jump off here! Follow me."

The tall Vahlacanthix let go of the walker's leg and landed in the snow with a roll, but was quickly on her feet. She waved for Thyne to follow, and set off at a quick pace, darting between the mechanical legs towards a crag of rocks. It was not the least bit safe, but it was quick. They were Sith were they not? They could do what others could not. So they would take this path.

She halted at the rocks and aligned her blaster. Looking down its sights Joyce looked ahead, but she did not take any shots. This was not a good range, she did not want to give them away so quickly. Then, a bit like a child showing her favourite part of the playground, she pointed at a gap between the stones, leading into a slippery slope of melt water and ice.

"Down here."

She jumped into it, first falling, then sliding, then crashing into a pile of snow. She rolled off to the side so Thyne wouldn't crash into her, and once more aligned her weapon. Two shots, three, four, five. Two bodies fell, a grenade was never thrown and fell between them, basting both corpses to bits. She rolled over the snow bank and ran across the rocky field on the side of the harbour. Shots crashed into the ground behind, before, and wall overhead.

Yet she felt confident. Vahl was with them, after all.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The harbor was all but reduce to smoking slag, its redoubts burst by artillery fire and its defensive emplacements trampled by the unrelenting advance of the Empire's destructive fist. The Rebels had fallen back to the fortress at the base of the Citadel, their rifles poking out from the balistraria that lined the upper parts of the wall as they fired on the advancing Sith Legion. The Siege Platform had entered the harbor proper by this point, and was now firing up at the Citadel itself as TIE fighters and gunships swarmed through the air like a plague of locusts.

"My lord, the gate has been breached."

"Send in the beasts, they will clear our path to victory."

A crude transport was hauled up towards the broken gate by hypermuscular cyber-slaves, their thick hides weathering whatever fire the rebels inside the fortress may send their way as they struggled to pull the giant durasteel box. Once in place, levers were pulled and locks were disengaged to allow the large metal ramp come crashing down at the front of the transport. For a moment there was nothing except lows snarls from bestial throats, and then from the darkness of the transport emerged ten hulking monstrosities of teeth, claw, fur, and muscle. They were the Guzijeij, abominations crafted by the Dark Lord himself from the tortured husks of Togorians captured during the One Sith's occupation of their home planet.

They barely resembled their original forms. They were hunched over, their bodies warped to horrifying proportions as a pair of horned antlers sprouted from each temple. Their minds had been rendered simple, and their hunger for flesh and blood amplified to ravenous levels of violent voraciousness. The beasts surged forth into the crowded halls of the fortress, tearing apart Rebels wherever they could find them and feasting upon their flesh; some of them not bothering to make sure their prey were completely dead before they began to feed.

Fortunately for the Imperial soldiers the Guzijeij could be controlled by the Sith that accompanied them, and would be prevented from turning on the Dark Lord's more intelligent soldiers.

 

[Farah]

Objective: C | Show the temple some love
Location: The Temple of Ice, Rhen Var
Post: #3
Near: [member="Mentyor"]

The strange man from before approached her again, this time commenting on something a little less gory. A thin scarlet brow raised just a hair as she looked him over.

“You can come if you’d like.”

She doubted that there’d be anyone down in what constituted as a basement there to ambush them, but you could never rule that out. Bigger threats came in the form of beasts and cave-ins at this point.

She descended down the staircase, narrow and winding. She tended to dislike ancient ruins for a number of reasons, this being one of them. Why could they not have just made a normal staircase? Slipping the thickly lined fur hood over her head as they landed in the lowest level of what remained from the temple, the Zeltron took her time looking around for a few moments.

This appeared to be some sort of storage area—part of the temple had caved in before they had arrived and it seemed to extend to part of the basement as well. Still, the intact parts were as crystalline and gorgeous as the upper levels.

“Beautiful.” Reaching into the pocket of her coat, the doctor retrieved a remote thermal detonator and placed it onto one of the support columns. “It’s a shame we have to destroy it.” She tisked.

Not before raiding what she could, of course. Farah was neither a ruffian nor a pirate, but she was a scientists and saw no use in destroying something that could be useful. Or rather, destroying something before you could extract something useful from it.

A makeshift bookcase sat in the far corner, texts written on ancient papyrus stacked haphazardly. She rifled through them, flipped through a few and determined that they were largely useless. One or two she was unsure about and those were rolled tightly and tucked away in her pockets for safekeeping.

 

[Thyne]

Thyne was not having a good time. This was fairly close to the opposite of what he'd consider fun, clinging for his life to the leg of a mechanical beast whilst being transported to the heat of combat. This was about as close to his idea of fun as it would be to relieve him of his finger and toenails, shave his head, then cast him as the lead of a play he knew nothing about on its opening day. The sooner he was off this metal atrocity, the better.

"What?!"

Did she say jump? Thyne watched, an incredulous expression upon his countenance, as his giant counterpart released her grip on the walker and all but dive into the snow below. He was slow to react, shocked by the sudden command. What preparation he'd been given before this mission hadn't thought to cover anything of this sort. With but a moment to gather his courage, he followed his relative's example, forcing himself to let go of his vice grip on the walker, plummeting to what would've been certain death for the normal man. Thyne was quite fortunate, however, that what was considered normal seldom applied to him.

His roll wasn't nearly as graceful, the boy arising from the snow in a flustered heap of one not used to this sort of exercise. His eyes had a crazed and panicked look about them, the snow clung to his hair, face flushed from the cold. The Teevan was quick to rejoin with his escort, leaning against a rock as she made her lookout. With one glance at the spot she indicated, he cocked a brow, hesitant to ask his question.

"And how do you propose we-"

She jumped before he had the opportunity to finish his question, drawing an exasperated sigh from the youth. Back to the snow again, it seemed. Perhaps this was the real reason they'd given him the helmet. Oh well, too late to go back for that now. With another breath, he too jumped, letting himself fall prey to a moment of theatrics as he landed in a crouched position, his knees absorbing the impact. He'd be chastised for it later, no doubt, favoring the dramatic over the practical.

Not a moment after his feet became acquainted with solid ground did his lightsaber ignite, its crimson a mere taste to their enemies just what they were up against. Blocking shots as they came his way, occasionally directing them back on their shooter, he took off the moment he saw Joycelyn running again, far from keen of the idea of losing his escort, despite all that she seemed inclined to put him through. On the upside, they weren't dead yet.

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]​

 

[Onrai]

[member="Olrunn Darr"] [member="Darth Excidium"] [member="Xevek Rakama"]

Vanessa did indeed take point - as they encountered the first group of hostiles, she raised her hand, focusing, guiding the blaster bolts to it. It felt like an electric shock was being run through her palm with each she absorbed, as she began to use Force Lightning, absorbing the energy and shifting it against her enemies. She had read once that it was possible to do this, but her own testing had been limited - it was good she was able to adapt in the field. "If you can all keep hitting them from afar, I can soak up their bolts."

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"Captain, the Defiance and her remaining escorts have stopped launching fighters!" The bridge crew of the Scylla​ looked on in fear at the two remaining Liberations and the prototype Voss warship before noticing something. "The ​Defiance​ is... breaking off to retrea-" Before he could finish, the ship and its one remaining undamaged escort had jumped, leaving the fighters, bombers, and the damaged Liberation to engage. "Where did they go? Deeper into the system, or did they exit?"

"Doesn't matter... fire again!" The Star Cruiser had opened fire, but the Conquerors were in a position to carve the ship up once more. The Liberation collapsed under their combined firepower, and it seemed the fighters and bombers had been shaken - they still moved into the overlapping fields of fire, launching missiles, torpedoes, and bombs at the various ships.

"Use those ion cannons on their craft - I want examples captured for Lady Vantai's examination!" The Scylla's​ captain knew she appreciated examining enemy tech, just like she appreciated examining the Firelance torpedo. "Do we have a lead on the route of the Defiance​?"

"Negative. She was able to obscure her hyperspace trail and that of her escort. We have no idea where they jumped to."

"Damn... well, we took out significant portions of their fleet. It looks to me like a victory is well within our grasp on this world."

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective A. Assault the harbour!
Nearby: [member="Thyne"] [member="Ignis Imura"] Others!

He had seemed so disappointed when she had suggested they joined the mop-up, now he was flustered about being in the action. She decided it was not worth trying to please him and that she should focus on making the experience of fighting next to Joycelyn Zambrano as memorable for Thyne as possible. She ran along the rocky trench, enclosing upon the wall as the doors were battered and wild beasts spread out on the battlefield.

Straightening herself, she fired a volley of shots before ducking back down in her crouched run. Some of the plasma went awry, some hit their mark. Battles were too chaotic for much else.

Looking up at the tall defensive structures, Joycelyn skid to a halt and reached out a hand. A speck in the air seized and then reversed in its tracks before exploding over the wall. She turned and looked back at Thyne, an idea popping into her head.

"Thyne, wall!"

She pointed up. It was far too high for anyone to jump without the Force, quite a trick with it too. Then again, it was more of a warning than a real suggestion as she reached her hands out towards Thyne and attempted to throw him to the top of the wall though telekinesis. Hopefully he would have a softer landing than last and begin clearing it with his melee proficiency.

Joyce herself would follow shortly after. She climbed out of the trench and ran towards one of the monsters unleashed from the Dark Lord's cage as it picked up a fleeing Ranger and stuffed it in its mouth. With a leap, she landed on the creature's head and used it as a springing board to the wall. She was tall, she was strong, but it was quite a leap to make. As she flew through the air, there was no doubt in Joyce's mind. However, when her fingers found purchase, she felt just how much she had overextended.

Dropping the Chimera, the Vahlacanthix hanged on to the outside of the wall, feet kicking against the stone as she scrambled for purchase.

"Oh mother Vahl give mercy."

 

[Ignatius]

Objective: A.b
Nearby: [member="Thyne"], [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"],

It was with great pleasure that we finally went off. While other gunships and transport vessels were beginning to take us out, I breathed in a focused upon myself. Not selfish or anything, but focusing through the force within my body. Conjuring up the various skills I had learned through the Matukai Teachings thus far. Being able to solidify my body to extreme levels and even increase my speed, stamina and otherwise. Essentially becoming a superhuman without special armors, or direct action with the force. More so, I used a flow of the force to provide my body with a better much more healthier form.

Once a beginner, All I could do was barely solidify myself to prevent a few punches. Now? I have taken a few more hits than that with literally climbing inside a volcano, and tumbling down hundreds of feet without a single broken bone. Yes it always hurt, but it prevented my body from breaking under the physical stress and strain. Why was this so useful now? Well the troopers would require parachutes, or jetpacks to prevent their death from a rapid launch like we were planning on doing. Myself? I could fall hundreds of feet and "superhero" land without so much as a bruise.

Speaking of, We were zooming past the point in which we would need to pass the Harbor and the city they were taking over. As we flew through the city, most of the troopers were aiming at the front lines. Not within their various "halls" of buildings that the pilot was expertly flying through. However, There was a loud beeping sound. One rapidly speeding up. It was a rocket. Opening the hanger, I reached out with the force and yanked the rocket that was following us into the ground. Exploding. However, I saw two more that just fired as we were passing.

Lucem was already moving to the pilot seat to inform him of what was going on. I reached out another time and yanked the second one into the trajectory of the third. The explosion was close enough that it hit the ship like flack. Buffing us hard. I about fell out when a trooper grabbed my arm. Yanking me back inside. Nodding my thanks, we continued on when another missile was fired. I did not notice it as the sensors were not activating.

I only realized that a rocket was fired because it smacked into the rear and sent us tumbling down into the snow just outside of the city. Still a couple clicks away from our destination. I cursed as we crashed down, and I buffed myself to take the physical damage.

"Mayday, Mayday."

 

[Vora Kaar]

Objective: C
Location: The Temple of Ice
Nearby: [member="Farah"],

It seemed that the woman was open to me coming with her. I didn't state specifically that I should follow her. However, she seemed to have noticed that I took interest in what she was doing. Sure, I wanted to know where she was headed. Shrugging my shoulders easily, I flowed the Pink woman. She began to walk down the stairs. Quite steep and meant to prevent fighting upon it. Perfect for a siege. It slinked around, and back and forth to prevent any head on fights, and should one be coming down they would have to lower their fighting stance to make any headway in a fight with physical weapons. While blasters or rifles could still be used, a pistol would be best.

Upon reaching the room, she stated it was beautiful. Not sure why she thought so, but sure. If that was her opinion, I wouldn't take it from her. I stayed silent for once. Preferring not to speak as she began to explore. I looked around to see anything about the various tomes and written objects around here. Upon a table was a little contraption. Same size balls were hanging from a cord slung between to upright bars. Looking at it, I grabbed one and inspected it. Metallic, and rather heavy for its size. Iron? Releasing it, The ball smacked the second one, and then the ball on the very end began to swing out and then return to it's position before the one I released was raised into the air.

My brows furrowed at it a bit before I understood it. The momentum was transferred into the other balls in perfect condition that caused the last one to "spring" up and return the momentum back to the other ball on the end. Conservation of energy I believe it was called? I might be wrong though. I stopped the little contraption before turning around to see the woman stuffing something into her pocket. Oh now I had to speak.

"Oh so we aren't destroying them now?"

Shaking my head, I chuckled deeply before continuing.

"How about this. If you get a few things, and I don't snitch, you will do the same for me?"

I didn't really trust the woman. If she agreed or not, I would still look around for the various items around here. Seeing if there was anything good. Maybe a crystal, or an amulet? Should she snitch, then she would learn quickly why I don't work for one particular faction full time.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

There was a tumultuous burst of energy that shook the very foundations of the Citadel, great sheets of ice and rock plummeted down from the cliff's face as the ground shuddered with renewed agony. The sky shimmered as the shield that had protected the Citadel from a full-scale aerial assault faded away, the generator supplying it power having been torn from its foundation by the incensed monsters allowed to roam free within the fortress' lower levels.

A trio of Terminus-class Cruisers descended from the heavens, fighters detaching from their docking clamps to swarm through the air; firing down upon the Citadel's defenses with impunity. What had become a siege now turned into a massacre, the rebel forces without the citadel being utterly routed while those within could only prolong their stay of execution for so long before they were overwhelmed by the army that now had free-reign of their last redoubt.

Those that fought back were killed on the spot, and those that surrendered had their brains unceremoniously scattered across the ice-cold halls and chambers of the Citadel.

None would be allowed to survive this day, the entire rebellion force had to be purged.

Carnifex watched it all happen from the security of his base camp on a cliff high above the frozen expanse beyond the harbor. "They should be snuffed out within the hour sir, there's nothing left to halt our advance into the rest of the sector." The Emperor smiled, "Send word to Vice Admiral Qenliurius to ready the War Hammer for orbital bombardment. After we're done mopping up these stains, I want the entire citadel leveled; no trace of it will be permitted to remain. We'll build something far more defendable in its place."

"As you will it, so it shall be done my Emperor."

 

[Thyne]

"Thyne, wall!"

Having been enthralled in the fight the moment he'd found ground again, he almost missed the warning. Taking a moment to glance between Joycelyn and the indicated wall then Joycelyn again, brow furrowing as he momentarily stopped his own assault.

"You want me to do what?"

He could try making that sort of jump, sure, but he sincerely doubted he could make such a - oh. He caught on perhaps moments before Joycelyn proceeded to launch him into the air, headed for the wall. He landed with a roll, not a pretty one, but he managed to avoid anything beyond a couple scrapes.

Laying on his back for a moment, trying to catch his breath, he expected his escort to join him momentarily.

So he waited.

And waited.

And when he couldn't be bothered to wait anymore - which couldn't have been too long in actuality, he poked his head out to check what was going on down below. Oh. There she was, clinging to the wall. For but a brief moment, he questioned why she chose to hang there rather than in relative safety but that was quickly dismissed as he vacantly watched her struggle.

Was this the part where he helped? These missions with more than himself were always so confusing. Did the mission come first or saving his partners? He had a feeling it was supposed to be mission first, and yet he didn't want to be left alone in this. She was his escort after all. So he leaned over the wall the wall again, reaching out with the Force to try and give Joycelyn that extra umph she needed to scale the wall.

"Need a little help there, sister?" It'd probably be the only time he called her that, yet he couldn't resist in the moment, the beginnings of a cheeky little grin beckoning at the corners of his mouth.

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]​

 

[Farah]

Objective: C | Show the temple some love
Location: The Temple of Ice, Rhen Var
Post: #4

Near: [member="Mentyor"]

Farah noted that this man certainly liked his humor. Or whatever seemed to constitute that.

When he offered her a deal, she quirked a brow while looking over one of the texts. While she had no desire to walk the path of the Jedi, she figured it necessary to at least understand what they were on about. If they were truly to be the enemy, then Farah couldn’t hate them on heresy alone. What was that saying about knowing thy enemy?

“I don’t care.” She rolled the scroll up nearly and placed it back on the ice shelf, which was an odd gesture considering that this place was going to be detonated after they’d left. Her gaze slipped over to the strange man for a moment then back to the shelves. “Take what you’d like.”

The doctor was out for herself, anyhow. She wasn’t concerned with what this man wanted to take from the temple, similar to how she wasn’t worried about whatever it was the Sith Empire was planning. She supported them out of necessity, though cautiously as she didn’t want to earn herself a smiting.

Pressing her hand along the back wall of the shelf, she stopped when her gloved hand stopped running smoothly over the ice and onto something rough and wooden. It was a box, small and made from ill refined material. Within was a shard of a Nakfet crystal, palest purple in hue. Farah watched it for a moment as if she were expecting it to commune with her, though nothing came of it—she figured given that sort of thing only came with years of study. Slipping the box into one of her inner pockets, she wrapped her other hand around the detonator.

“I’d hurry.” It was not a threat, but a suggestion. Her thumb brushed the switch though she had no intent to activate it until they were both out and away from the temple.

 

[Daeron]

Daeron watched the armed group slowly fan out from the stone structure. One man from [member="Darth Filiae"]'s band approached Daeron’s position on a speeder.

After some time, the man found a roundabout path that allowed for his speeder to reach the top of the ridge. The trooper scanned the scenery and saw no life. He mentally took note of any paths that could lead to the site.

A glare in the distance caught his eye. Before he could determine the source, something-one erupted from the snow covered ground next to the speeder.

The trooper gasped, “Oh whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

---

A speeder returned to the stone structure. Once the engine shut off, a Mirialan asked the driver, “Found anything?

The driver shook his head and shrugged. His face was obscured by the trooper’s winter garb. He hopped off the speeder and dusted himself off to get rid of the snow piling up on himself.

Then, he walked toward the ancient fort’s entrance without a hint of hesitation.

 

[Vora Kaar]

Objective: C
Location: The Temple of Ice
Nearby: [member="Farah"],

She didn't care? Well quite the person. Maybe I would snatch something up that would kill the Sith? What if I found some blueprints to make some planet bursting weapon? Maybe make it the size of a whole moon? Nah. I doubted that would happen, but how she almost seemed to brush me off made me wonder. Was she just working with the Sith, or For the Sith. Two completely different things with a simple word change. Shrugging my own shoulders. I walked over to the desk. Starting to rummage through it and search for anything of use. Low and behold, I found a lightsaber. Likely just a replacement one, but still one. Attaching it to my belt next to my own weapon, I continued to do so as the woman gave me a word of caution.

She was going to detonate the place. Rolling my eyes, I then walked towards her. Stopping for a moment before snagging the little ball contraption that I was playing with earlier. Placing it gently against my body with my left hand while my right hand held the rifle quite easily as I walked towards the stairs.

"Do it at the top of the stairs. Don't want to break them while you are trying to get out of here."

Sure, the armor I wore was fairly tough, but nothing that would protect from millions of tons of stone and architecture. Hell, I doubt anyone could survive that. I slowly began making my way up the stairs and left her to do her bidding should she want to grab something else.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective A. Assault the citadel!
Nearby: [member="Thyne"] [member="Ignis Imura"] Others!

With the extra little unf, she scaled the wall with ease. Coming over the top, she set to flexing her fingers and getting the blood running through them once again. They hurt quite a bit, but as soon as she had wiggled them around, they came around. Her head snapped to Thyne when he called her sister.

"You should have moved on."

Shouldering her Chimera, she plucked the hilt of her lightsabre and a thermal detonator from her belt. The way they were going, it was easier to end up in melee. The grenade? Well blowing stuff up would help with her anger, is all.

"But thanks." She mumbled the words. "Let's go."

Joycelyn armed the grenade and threw it up to the next level of the citadel wall, resulting in a chorus of shouts, a loud boom, and a cloud of dust. The Vahlacanthix didn't wait or dally, but nudged Thyne and ran to the end of the wall and up the stairs to the next level. The lightsabre in her hand cast a fierce red shine through the dust as she climbed up to where her grenade had gone off. Bits and pieces lay scattered all about, making little groans and moans as they were trampled.

Under them, the monsters of the Dark Lord, her father, tore asunder all they could find. Yet, up ahead, a flag still stood high: A symbol.

"We capture the flag."

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

D. BYOO:
Fort Mekhis

"Fine."

Filiae squeezed out through the door. In front of her there was only darkness. She could hear things in the echo: Metal shifting, servos turning, and she could feel the energy coursing through their metal limbs. Her grip shifted on the lightsabre hilt as she closed her eyes. There was a skill the Csen'ai had taught her when she was young, when she still had both eyes:

Sight.

It was useful for those who lingered in shadows, especially when the shadows were wielded against her. Filiae's presence in the Force extended all around her in a web of feeling, then made an image in her mind. She could see the inorganic, and the ex-organic remains strewn and frozen. She saw the monsterously tall walls around her, that she was at the fort's centre, and she could see, up ahead, the Force running through a machine.

"You will obey me!"

Like a giant centipede, it curled around the structure to look at her. Its mandibles moved in scornful delight, like a silent laughter as the ends of what appeared to be anti aircraft batteries turned on the Chiss. The room lit up for a second as a bolt of plasma headed her way. Filiae reached out with against it, stopping it in the air in a show of power. A second bolt from a second barrel broke her concentration as she was forced to leap aside.

Metal and stone burst from where the bolts crashed. The thick outer garments of Filiae's winter wear was shredded. Yet the Knight was not deterred. She activated her sabre and let the blade cast the room in a fierce, red light.

"Or you will be destroyed."

Two more shots crashed into the far wall, and Filiae took the moment to run off to the right. She found refuge by putting a massive steel pillar between herself and the creature and used them to obscure the guardian's line of sight.

 

[Farah]

Objective: C | Show the temple some love
Location: The Temple of Ice, Rhen Var
Post: #5
Near: [member="Mentyor"]

Farah made her way towards the stairs as the man rummaged around elsewhere. Unfortunately there were no great secrets to be found in this room, only a handful of trinkets worth taking. Much of their literature turned out to be useless in her eyes, only a few texts that may have held something interesting based on her initial scan. Perhaps she’d end up throwing them out later, but who knew. She was keen on not letting stones go unturned.

As the ascended the staircase, Farah let out a small laugh.

“I’m waiting until we clear out of the temple. Once the foundation goes, the rest of the building will cave in.”

As much as it could, anyway. She wasn’t sure if the mission was total obliteration or just…destroy what you can, where you can. Farah wasn’t a vicious creature in terms of smash and destroy.

As they made their way out of the crystalline structure, the doctor thumbed the detonation switch. A muffled blast sounded, the snowy ground they stood on tremoring with the force of the explosion and the eventual collapse of the temple.

 

[Thyne]

His grin faltered almost as quickly as it appeared, turning to a mask of stone once she spoke. Of course, he should've gone on. The mission was always to take precedence, those who taught him would have hours of lecture material dedicated to this error. He should've known better. "Right...I won't make that mistake again."

The ground suddenly becoming incredibly interesting to him, his head snapped back up to his escort. Did he hear her correctly? No, that couldn't be right. Still, a "You're welcome" could just barely be heard escaping his lips.

The Teevan couldn't avoid flinching with the boom of the grenade. There was no time spent waiting for everything to clear, being nudged along by his escort. It seemed the time to shine was nearly upon them. Their blades cast a foreboding glow upon on the surrounding area.

Capture the flag, huh? An unhinged grin claimed his face, Thyne actually looking excited for perhaps the first time in this mission. This would be fun.

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]​

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective A. Assault the citadel!
Nearby: [member="Thyne"] [member="Ignis Imura"] Others!

She owed him now. Not that she would admit it - Nor would she ever admit needing his help - but she felt a debt to him. And Joycelyn Zambrano did not forget a debt easily, for good or bad.

Joyce did not say more, but crouched down slightly, putting most of her body below the wall, and darted along the walkway. Now that they were on top of the defensive structures, it was easy to go from one to the other. They just had to follow the steps. She lead Thyne across, into the next level of wall, up one set of stairs, then another. Most places, any resistance they met were retreating under pressure of the Legion.

They had to get to the top before anyone else.

The Vahlacanthix rushed, turned a corner, and threw to the floor as a volley of blasterfire crossed throuh the exact spot where she had stood a mere moment before. She rolled off to the side, seeking refuge behind a piece of wall. Checking her belt, she reached for the grenade and remembered she had already used it.

"Feth."

Her hands reached up to her helmet, lifting it off her head. For some reason, it was easier to use the Force without it. One would almost think heroes never wore helmets. In a moment of quick thinking, Joyce threw the helmet out into the hallway and saw it shredded by green plasma.

The Force welled up in her, translating to the physical manifestation of Mother Vahl. She felt the flimsiplast from Tython, folded in her breast pocket, heat up. Fire enveloped her hands and forearms, licking up towards her shoulders.

She looked at Thyne and smiled, a madness in her eyes.

"Let's go."

Throwing herself around the corner, she brought her left hand forward. A jet of fire jumped from her arm towards the entrenched heavy gun like a pack of war dogs jumping at their master's prey. In the other hand, her lightsabre came roaring forward, fire flickering from her hand and up along the blade. Madness indeed.